lirik lagu ot the real & 38 spesh - richer
[chorus: ot the real]
i don’t brag too much, she say “i’m in my bag” too much
ain’t no weight left, it’s all twenties, i guess i bagged too much
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
but that don’t matter ’cause ain’t no looking back for us
had to trust smokers, ask your bro, “come cook this bag for us”
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
[verse 1: ot the real]
all you need is one shot, after that, the fun stop
work up in the glove box, my other plug still up top
doing state time but it’s like his mind is finally unlocked
when he come home, he going to the gun shop, it don’t stop
but yeah though, told you all them cats with you is weirdos
and here i go, posted in the field still like a scarecrow
every time i leave, she like, “be careful”
turn this white powder into bread and said, “do you believe in miracles?”
pull up, all black trucks
nah, it ain’t the feds, baby, that’s us, crack tucked
og told me, “never do no toast to me with water ’cause it’s bad luck”
i ain’t a millionaire yet but i’m racked up
you can run it past and do the math, it all adds up
i’m wrapped out if we don’t get ’em wrapped up
we trapped up out this trap house till it trapped us
losers crash out, the winners get their cash up
[chorus: ot the real]
i don’t brag too much, she say “i’m in my bag” too much
ain’t no weight left, it’s all twenties, i guess i bagged too much
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
but that don’t matter ’cause ain’t no looking back for us
had to trust smokers, ask your bro, “come cook this bag for us”
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
[verse 2: flee lord]
the game f~cked up, trump deporting all the plugs
flow so pure, you can snort it off the rub
trapper and a rapper, yeah, i’m all of the above
thought i was the richest when i started selling dubs
blowing down the chopper with a tall cup of henny
trigger finger itchy, nah, that’s just muscle memory
all love but you know i brought the semi
mouth dry, digging in my pockets but it’s empty
flee, i’m from the mud, yeah, you had lawn care
with a pool, private school and you had some lawn chairs
way up on the stage, i belong there
spitting so much rage on the page, make the song scared
all these life lessons, lord, it left me scarred
paid a fiend with the resi that was left in the jar
sleep on the road, i’ma rest in my car
saying prayers for the homies as we bless the cigar
[chorus: ot the real]
i don’t brag too much, she say “i’m in my bag” too much
ain’t no weight left, it’s all twenties, i guess i bagged too much
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
but that don’t matter ’cause ain’t no looking back for us
had to trust smokers, ask your bro, “come cook this bag for us”
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
sometimes i think we was richer when all we had was us
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